Analogical Apathy

Lyrical Language ----><>-><-<><---- Difficult is eloquence While maintaining relevance; Wordplay is so intricate, Literary illicit; Similes and metaphors, Meaning cloaked in common clause; Misuse the punctuation, Disguise the destination; Analyze the words of choice, Learn to hear the honest voice; The soul within is screaming And sometimes it is dreaming; On the page it is laid bare, Learn to read what's written there; It's a door into my mind, You should see it but you're blind.

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An Ode to Eros

With love, I don't know where to start The dove, the wreath, the pair, the art The beat beneath our feet - the heart The heat that burns brighter apart

The world that turns in space and time The melody and grace of rhyme The walk, the run, the jump, the climb The journey which is so sublime

The Transcendent upon your lips The gold from up above which drips Untold wisdom from long ago Such secrets only sages know

And yet it seems that in this flow This stream of dreams that golden glow We speak the mother tongue of Earth The flame that burns within the hearth

The spark before a love affair The timeless spell of true love's stare Our souls mingle together there Beneath the stars we are lain bare

Such songs we sing to serenade The spirit of the everglade She longs for each and every blade For in its image is she made 

So too do we reflect the sea That wants to drown in us one day And in our lover's eyes we see The mirror of the cards we play

For if two souls are meant to be They're always in the other's way Soulmates must share their destiny And if they don't, then come what may.

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The Virtue Signal

The whitest knights, noble and trite Always just in and out of sight They come, they go, the thumb, they know But some are slow and not quite right

Their sum is so goddamn uptight A dumb defence commenced despite That the pretense makes light seem dense A crummy con, a stark midnight

What is photon gets framed and hence Becomes a still not making sense But still we see, until smoke-free An image through an ill incense

That smells vaguely of valour whence The wind, it changed, without suspense It spells the key for the unfree Rescind the role and recompense

With every soul whose time you stole Smell your own scent, know what it meant There's no loophole, no rhyme nor scroll One must repent so pride is spent

The knight in white, his side is said The bright eyed sprite has made his bed The maiden in distress within Will lie to him rather than sin

By lying down with dirty skin She hates to taste bitter chagrin The fates have traced the thread he chased Their gaits are paced to produce chaste

Despite the plight the knight had faced In light of it, in fact, he stacked Ideals until he had erased The bird beneath all the abstract

Her word is worth its weight in gold But worth much less when it gets sold I've heard it said the heart can hold Even secrets it's not been told

So should you seek to try to bind The dame you deem within your mind To be too meek to know her kind The same way that your mother signed

Her name that day you went away A happy place you thought you'd stay Just for a while, just try to smile You learnt your game watching her guile

And earnt the same unhappy end For what message does safety send Protect the poor defenseless girl Project a shore, and she a pearl

Detected once upon a time An echo of an ancient rhyme The damsel in distress you see Is delicate delicacy

For in the eyes of all nice guys The lies they tell are worth the prize And they mean well, don't get me wrong The guise relies on safety's song

The skies of the white knight are filled With dreams of heroes mothers killed It seems to he who has to build A sense of self which feels fulfilled

That if he slays the dragon then He can simply assume its den The princess will stay in her pen And no hero will rise again.

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Phoenix

Inferno inferential now An instance of initiative Eviscerate our every vow I won't tell you how you should live

But I don't stand for this conduct And I won't stand around and watch For over you have surely fucked Yourself for as my soul you sucked

You fed the source of discontent A fury born of fire ferments Within my soul and its contents A storm of form is consequence

For to transform is to translate Potential does potentiate Approximate the changeless state And be reborn to meet your fate

Your destiny to know your name And through true speech to so reclaim Your fame, not for your stupid game But for the wit you wield in vain

For vanity could only be The dying breath of destiny To be content with what you are Is to start to turn back to star

To petrify, that is to say To stop learning in such a way That how to learn is lost to time And from then on they merely mime

Just like old clocks that yet still chime They do what they have always done Like poetry relies on rhyme The light inside is just the sun

The spark is gone, the mark of I It's dark inside their eyes so why Do we insist they cannot die By their own hand should death be nigh

We say they have to wait in line Rather than die with dignity But if my life is really mine Than how can you force me to be

But what else is this life we live Except a chance to dance with death As step by step we learn to give Until we give our dying breath

So know the game you want to play And from those rules you dare not not stray For how else are you supposed to know Just where you are and where to go

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Anathema

Hypocrisy repulses me Anathema to who I am I can't not see such treachery In light of which I firmly damn Those who would dare betray their own This night we see the seeds they've sewn Though true you claim to be your tone So trite, the you that I have known You lied you see, you hypocrite My sight is keen enough to see That on our love you chose to spit For right for you is wrong for me The biting taste of lies you waste If you just faced up to your fate Maybe your love might not be laced With whispers willing me to wait Beauty belies the guise of good For what is not but made of wood In rains the rot can reign supreme Perhaps goodness is but a dream

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An Archetypal Anima

An archetypal anima Essentially the essence of My soulful shadow's stamina A tale I tell myself thereof

So pale I almost pass you by Ephemeral, wily and sly When will this well of tears run dry They well up even as I sigh

For once upon a star you see I found the other half of me A wilderness I aimed to tame To find and bind with Nature's name

A kind of kindred spirit calls To forge a fate within these falls This fount of youth washes away The tragedies of yesterday

Mirage or madness, couldn't say Just why you said you couldn't stay Or how it was that you would sway My mood so I would not dismay

At least, not more than suited you Your shadow's all that's left to see And now you seem oh-so see through Now no-one's standing here but me

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Lost Love and Love Lost

I don't know what to make of this For I've not tasted Satan's kiss You nihilistic hedonist I thought I got you but I missed

So what is true, and where am I And how did you fill up my sky With thoughts and oughts of you, and why Do I feel blue when I stop my

Endless process of boxing up Perhaps excess spills out my cup I must confess, I am a mess I'm dying here but I digress 

The cliff is sheer and much too near Nothing is as it does appear My musings are not more than mere Attempts I make to so cohere

And match my map to its terrain But now I do confound my brain What I yet mean in meaning's name Is that our loves are not the same

For loyalty in love you see Has always seemed, to me, to be Necessity, or destiny For none are free when love takes thee

Compelling them to hate the thought Of battles lost but never fought What is the cost to court the court To plead for what you've always sought

To lead me through your weary mind In desperate hopes that I will find That in this act we are in kind As if one copes completely blind

I learnt the ropes before my dear And I know how we end up here These tired old tropes that trace a tear Are only now becoming clear

For it was just as I did fear You left without saying goodbye How did we get from there to here And which of us did truly try

The narrative inside your head In which you see yourself as sly Is nothing more than what I've said And in my books fiction don't fly

A story spun from silver tongue Intoxicant with which you ply Young souls whose song your soul has sung Enchanting is your set of I

Decanting desperate despair Expressed as but a bitter sigh I'm breathing in this toxic air Stuck in a rut of what and why

I thought our ought was to be fair In lovely life and love yet lost Yet now it seems like you don't care And all I feel from you is frost

It's almost more than I can bare And yet in store as in your stare As in your core, it's stormy there Lovers at war are more a pair

You're young of mind but old of heart I guess I knew that from the start Untame by name, I should have known That if, perhaps, you thought you'd grown

Beyond the point where we could walk Without our losing sight of we That you would not know how to talk Or take responsibility

You hypocrite, you harlot whore I made my home a scarlet score Inside your heart, you were my art Despite our poem you locked the door

And in the pause of plausible That you made up to take your space I audited the audible And found my fear to be the case

You lied to me and then you left That's not enough - cardiac theft? I like it rough but really dude With loyalty I've never screwed

But you and he do what you will I know you'd do it anyway Lying is an artistic skill Lie to yourself and let it sway

Your view of what you think I'd do Despite the fact I'm true to you You're loyal right, that's what you said Yet you're willing to share his bed

A traitorous and tortured tool Who I helped shape since back in school I helped him grow, made sure to show Him how to know he was no fool

A fool of me he has yet made As has the snake with which he laid And could I cast a cogent curse I would not will it any worse

So as I end my final verse I hope my tone is not too terse I loathe that you'd let our love fade You've never yet, your piper, paid.

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Being

Dying flowers, days and hours Rich and ripe but then it sours For such is life, or so I’m told And as my madness does take hold

I speak of strife and strike a chord Within the hearts among the horde For rage is rife and out it poured To break the ranks on this chessboard

Partake of this spirit with me Just taste the bliss of destiny The binding kiss of being free Because consistency is key

But who is who, and who are you When you start to, yourself, see through For what is true and what is not Is bought as new and left to rot

As aeons pass, an age asleep Chaotic class who cannot weep And their reward they will soon reap The dangers of a thought so deep

So don’t cling to the chains of old At least, sing me a song of gold A feast for faith, a home for hope Beware the wraith who ties the rope

For as it forms a noose you see You lose your eye, become a we We check the knot, make sure it’s tight For we both know how hard you fight

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The world is black and white, but the people are so much grey.

The Philosopher of Death

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Pet

You know, with you I grow into Someone that I am proud to be And I know you help me construe Myself so I may better see Those parts of me which need to burn And what lessons I need to learn So that I have a chance to earn The one for which I'm born to yearn For whom my soul is calling out Exceptional in every way My confidence I dare not doubt While my heart is having its say For in our fall I found I'd met The other half of how I'm set You may not call me master yet But you will always be my pet

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A Natural Pair

I’m the ocean and you’re the girl who wants to drown one day…

Soon you won’t be able to breathe without my waters but I just keep daring you to drink me in, to get lost in the intoxicating sensation of our mutually assured, terribly beautiful destruction.

You tell me no as you drain another cup of me, you tell me you don’t need me but baby we both know that without the ocean there would be no girl to dream of drowning.

It’s just a story my dear, a beautifully tragic epic of existence, in which we are the most natural pair.

How does it end, you ask?

Let’s find out.

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Monster

Life is extraordinarily hard and unforgiving, let us not attempt to conceal this fact from ourselves the way we might our children, and it can seem mercilessly cruel and unfair at times, if not the vast majority of the time. We are forced to struggle to survive this wretched world, and if we succeed we are then faced with the far more formidable challenge of surviving our own selves, a danger which I imagine a decent proportion of the population is largely in denial about. The potentiality of monstrosities which lie within each and every psyche and personality belie the nature of the condition of humanity, a paragon of parable - that it is not what it seems. We like to lie to ourselves about the nature of our name, as if by suppressing and denying the danger within would do anything but make it stronger, deadlier... Darker. We cannot know what lurks within our deepest self until we have given it the room to grow, and often enough a monster is born simply when his fantasies present themselves to his realities in the form of an opportunity. The notions of things that we thought we would never do become intoxicating when we are given the free reign to do whatever we might wish, and all who are unprepared fall victim to the toxin's taste - it tastes of a terribly beautiful divine revelation, a reality which we hoped to conceal from ourselves forever. When chaos calls your name, what does it sound like? In your darkest hour, in your darkest domain, what do you look like? Without your many magnificent masks, what stares out of your eyes and would you be able to withstand its glare if you ever had to face it? Who are you - do you know? Are you scared to find out? Maybe you should be.

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The Game

A randomly surreal response Highlights a lie that thinks it's sly In linguistics it does ensconce Though in the eye it shows unshy

A daring dance with fiction for The subtle chance that what’s in store Is not what one would fear to come It’s much more fun just to play dumb

And trickily control the truth And bind it up to be benign How stickily it clings to youth How quickly I can make you mine

When I whisper my words to you And work magic into your mind I love to wield the world that’s true So nobody but me can find

The ego’s goal, its greedy end The self it stole and does defend You think you know you’re in a game But you could not tell me its name

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A Fallen Star

A paragon perceptual This marathon of meaning made A past that is perpetual The master may pretend he paid The price of pain and sacrifice A sultry sin which breeds akin The dice do stain and yet suffice To grant a grin as they so spin Right through the air charting the chance That demons dare to dance with you And somewhere there a solemn stance Is yet laid bare for death we drew From decks stacked high towards the sky As chaos cracked the common core And worry wracked and led awry A love that lacked a lovely lore Beauty can be in you and me A boundary that's bounded by A flame so free, so fiery This game of glee, of gluttony Is one I love to play with you A sun so bright to stay alight In push and shove and false and true I know tonight this is my fight And though I may yet mourn this day I long to stay right by your side This song I say is sung by fey And so I play the part I spied The thing that I was born to be The fate that I cannot escape The instance of duality And so like so I then take shape The course of course is static still Remorse is not really a skill This curse is coarse because the cage Of verse looks like it is a stage That upon which we were to stand To watch ourselves perform this play We love to switch from hand to hand It helps pretend we hold some sway In just which way the river flows And who is who, for no-one knows And where and when and what we are A fading light, a fallen star

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Melody

A melody so magical That I'm ensnared, so fair I fared In randomness so radical To seek the stare with which I'm paired For in the song within my soul I can divine my one true goal In right and wrong I play my role So that in time I might be whole And there among the cosmic cast I find a future in my past A love for which I long to last It spans the depths of space so vast Into the eyes of god I glare Until I see it's you and me For from then on I can't not care I see beauty will come to be In two as one, I know my fate And this hunger, just you can sate The brightest sun can't compare to The brilliance I see in you

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Gravity

A flight to spite the gravity The pull I feel that feels so real We're dancing with depravity For madness is my favourite meal And when I lose my altitude So strange that I should want to fall A meeting of our minds ensued And there was where I heard the call To look upon the world with you And make one up that's just for us So side by side we do see through A world of wonder we discuss And brilliance becomes our name When we are one within our game And I get lost with you in there The place where we become a pair

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Ablaze For Days

I love the light inside your eyes The one that winks once in a while Just out of sight behind your guise It slips through sometimes when you smile

You seem to be right there with me In those moments I feel timeless I try to see through your debris And often find myself rhymeless

For when I try to capture you I write a lie for you defy Every attempt to yet accrue The shades with which you paint your sky

You dance inside my cage of words Until the tide it turns on me And carried by the songs of birds The story goes that you broke free

And in these throes, these highs and lows This matter seems to matter most God only knows just where this goes And yet daydreams keep me engrossed

And in your gaze I’m in a daze Your nose, your hair, your cheeky stare A playful blaze that burns for days For one so fair, who wouldn’t flare

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Starry Night

Ablaze alone out in the dark This story's sewn from terror stark A glorious cacophony Of struggling so desperately Against the self in varied skin For what is life except to win There is no strife, no mortal sin In picking ego with a grin For what are you if not nature It is the glue which holds you to Equivalence in your stature The more of you that you accrue The more you come to see that we Are for and from one destiny We do all sum to one to be An instance of entelechy So while we each think we are me Or that our reach is one that's free We misinterpret our own spark Misread the magic master's mark